Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

On TV, a chef with a pitted face yelled exaggeratedly at the camera.

Wang Xuebin took a closer look and shook his head. This gimmick is a bit too fake.

The TV is showing the silk drawing of flowers made by Stephen Zhou. The huge heart character stands on the table, and Newton's coffin board can't hold it down!

Thinking in my heart, one gets up, the person spins in the air, the clothes are naturally taken off, the person falls lightly on the bed, one turns over, and wraps himself in the quilt.

Tomorrow he is going to leave for the legendary Chinese Culinary Training Academy, and he will have an early rest today!

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Shaolin Temple, located at the junction of Zhengluo and Henan Province, is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism.

"Amitabha, this master, I'm here to learn how to cook!"

Wang Xuebin found the Zhike monk in the living room in the monastery, clasped his hands together for questioning, and immediately reported his intention.

The Zhike monk heard Wang Xuebin's words and thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked strangely:

"Amitabha, layman, we don't teach cooking here, are you here to learn martial arts?"

Since the Shaolin Temple movie was broadcast, there has been an endless stream of people coming to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts. This monk thought that he also came to learn martial arts.

Wang Xuebin shook his head and explained:

"No, I'm here to learn how to cook. I wonder if I can study in the back kitchen for a while!"

It was the first time Zhike Monk heard that he came to Shaolin Temple to learn cooking, and it was a little hard to understand.

"Our back kitchen is all busy with ordinary monks and masters. I haven't heard of anything special. Did you find the wrong place!"

Wang Xuebin suddenly felt bad when he heard the words. The Shaolin Temple in the God of Cookery movie is in Hunan Province, and it was also the first place to go there.

But he turned Hunan Province upside down, and he couldn't find a temple called Shaolin Temple at all.

After questioning, there are only two temples named Shaolin Temple in this world, one is Putian South Shaolin Temple, and the other is Songshan Mountain in Henan Province. There is no other place. If it is not here, he really does not know where to find it.

Wang Xuebin frowned and asked solemnly:

"Master, can you let me go to the back kitchen to have a look, just look at the door, don't go in!"

Seeing his serious expression, Zhike Monk didn't know what happened, but he nodded and took him to the back kitchen, saying as he walked:

"Shaolin Temple doesn't provide vegetarian dishes to outsiders. I don't know if you are talking about restaurants in the scenic spot. The food there is better than that in the Zhaitang!"

Wang Xuebin nodded absently, and followed the Zhike monk to the back kitchen to have a look, and immediately found the problem. The Shaolin Temple in the movie is completely different from here.

In the kitchen here, several old monks in their 60s and [-]s are busy picking and washing vegetables, two young monks are chopping vegetables, and a fat monk is frying vegetables.

The monk's knife skills for cutting vegetables are not as strong as Wang Xuebin's, and the cooking is also very open and close. There is no technical content, just a technique that makes perfect.

Wang Xuebin suppressed the bad feeling in his heart, and said with an embarrassed expression

"I'm sorry, Master, a friend cooks very delicious food. He said he learned it from the back kitchen of Shaolin Temple. Maybe he was joking with me. By the way, do we teach internal skills here? Like Jiuyang Divine Kungfu or something like that. !"

The Zhike monk heard this and laughed:

"It's nothing, just figure it out. As for kung fu, there is no such thing as the one in the novel. The kung fu in Shaolin Temple pays attention to the integration of Zen and martial arts. It mainly teaches boxing routines, stick techniques and swords!"

Wang Xuebin nodded without saying anything, and left after chatting for a while.

At night, Wang Xuebin, dressed in black, came to Shaolin Temple again, jumped into the temple, searched around, and left disappointed.

There is no trace of internal strength, they are all ordinary people, this is definitely not a place for the God of Cookery to learn.

On a large bluestone on the top of Songshan Mountain, Wang Xuebin in black was holding his head in his hands, with one leg crossed, thinking about the problem flickeringly.

There are two possibilities for this matter, either Stephen Zhou was killed by a killer when he was in Hunan Province, and the rest is his imagination.

Either it is the spell of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The biggest difference between this movie and other movies is that there are gods. This is the first time he has faced the gods. To be honest, he was a little unsure how to deal with them.

"What is the donor hesitating about?"

"I'm hesitating whether I should follow Stephen Zhou!"

Wang Xuebin's mind was full of guesses about the gods, and his mind was very confused. He suddenly heard someone asking a question, and thought it was the system asking, so he answered it casually.

"What about following? Or not following?"

Wang Xuebin waved his hand and said:

"Don't make noise, don't make noise! ​​Let me think about it myself!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Xuebin was stunned. He realized that this was not a system, and the system would not ask questions. His body was covered in white sweat instantly, and a body appeared ten meters away.

He looked warily at the figure standing one meter in front of him, and couldn't hide his psychological shock. His sixth sense kept reminding him that there was no one in front of him. This contradictory feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He looked at the person and said slowly:

"Master of Nocturnal Remnants!"

In front of him, Master Mengyi had a gentle smile on his face, clasped his hands together and asked a salute, and said slowly:

"Amitabha, the poor monk has nocturnal emission, Mr. Wang is polite!"

Chapter 122 This Is Bewitched

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Wang Xuebin watched Master Nocturnal Nocturnal not speak. Now he can be sure that Master Nocturnal Nocturnal is not Stephen Zhou's imaginary before his death, but a real existence.

But to be honest, the result is not much better now!

Wang Xuebin stood there with no expression on his face, but his heart couldn't help sinking:

"Nana, are you sure that I will return to the real world no matter what happens, including soul death?"

"Please believe in the operating mechanism of the system. In the mission world, no matter what the situation is, as long as the system exists, you can return to the real world. However, after you die, this mission world will not be able to be located and cannot be re-entered."

"Then is there anyone who can forcibly take away the system?"

"Please rest assured, the host, unless the host voluntarily requests to leave, no one can take the system without the consent of the host!"

The female voice of Nana Machinery sounds so comfortable to Wang Xuebin at this time, so next time it will not be called the mentally handicapped system, but will be renamed the Xiaotiantian system.

"Phew, Master Nocturnal Nocturnal Remnant, you are polite!"

Wang Xuebin exhaled, clasped his hands together.

"It's getting so late, I don't know what Master Mengyi is doing here!"

Master Mengyi's expression didn't change, he clasped his hands together and said:

"The poor monk saw Mr. Wang jumping up and down on the beams of the house. He didn't know what he was looking for. The poor monk came to greet him and see if he could help. After all, helping others is the foundation of happiness!"

After finishing speaking, Master Mengyi smiled shyly, and Wang Xuebin got goosebumps when he laughed.

Wang Xuebin's heart tightened, and his expression didn't show.

"Master, I came out to run at night. I didn't know the way when it was dark, and I accidentally went wrong!"

The dream master suddenly realized:

"Oh! So that's it, the poor monk thought you were looking for the poor monk!"

Wang Xuebin's face was serious, and he looked up at Meng Yi with a solemn expression.

"Who are you?"

Master Nocturnal Nocturnal has already answered this question, but he still didn't feel impatient, and answered again with his hands clasped together:

"The poor monk's nocturnal emission!"

Wang Xuebin stared at Master Mengyi and asked:

"Just a wet dream?"

Master Mengyi smiled, a sense of holiness was naturally revealed, and he clasped his hands together again and said:

"The benefactor guessed it, didn't he?"

Wang Xuebin suddenly thought of something, took a deep breath, looked at the stars in the sky and asked:

"Where is this place?"

Meng Yi smiled lightly and said:

"Here? This is Songshan Shaolin Temple!"

"Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, Yu Province?"

Meng Yi shook his head and said:

"Where is the benefactor talking about? Of course it is the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Hunan Province!"

Wang Xuebin was shocked, and said with a slight smile:

"I'm sorry master, look at me, I ran out of the province for the night run, I still have luggage in the hotel, it's not safe, so I'll go back first, Amitabha, master, see you later!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his face towards Master Nocturnal Remnant and slowly backed away.

Meng Yi stood there and nodded and said:

"The benefactor, walk slowly, come often when you are free!"

After speaking, the person disappeared.

Wang Xuebin saw the figure disappear, his fine hair exploded, the blue light flashed, and he disappeared. The time flow in the God of Cookery world slowed down to an extreme in an instant.

At this time, a figure appeared in place, as if unaffected by time, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, muttering to himself strangely:

"The expression is very kind, why did you scare him away..."

While speaking, he walked towards Shaolin Temple.

At this time, the Shaolin Temple is no longer the famous Zen ancestral home, but a small temple hidden in the lush forest. There are no pilgrims, but the incense has never been cut off.

In the real world, Wang Xuebin sat slumped on the sofa and panted heavily.

"Huh! Nana, what's going on, why does this God of Cookery World feel like a horror movie!"

"Although the world of demons has not involved a complete system of gods, there are still gods and Buddhas. The world of God of Cookery is the top-level world of demons, and there are gods and Buddhas.

The level of the God of Cookery World is much higher than that of some warm movie worlds, so the World of Cookery God is much more exciting than horror movies! "

Wang Xuebin turned sideways, rolled over on the sofa, put his feet up on the wall, and lay his head down, letting the blood flood his brain.

"What about the high-demon world? Is the high-demon world more powerful than the medium-demon world?"

"Yes, the criterion for judging the world is the amount of information the world carries. The world without magic cannot recognize the existence of information such as internal strength and magic, and only has basic scientific theoretical information.

The micro-magic world carries a little more information, and can identify information such as internal strength, magic, and special technology, but cannot understand the existence of gods and Buddhas, so gods and Buddhas cannot enter the world.

Because every god and Buddha is a huge information aggregate, the information they carry can instantly collapse a world without demons.

As far as the world is concerned, everything in the world is composed of information. This information can be called Tao, Dharma, or science. The names are different, but the essence is the same. "

Wang Xuebin opened his eyes wide after hearing this, and asked:

"Isn't the real world a world without demons? I can practice inner strength in this world, how can I explain it?"

"Every time the host travels is an exchange of information between worlds, and the system is the translation, which translates the information carried on your body to the new world.

As a reward, the new world will copy the special products of their world to you through system dipping, which is why the host can learn bullet time and internal strength.

And when the host returns, the information you carry will be accepted and understood by the world, which is why you can use internal strength in the real world.

Before you return to the real world, this world has no internal strength, but after you return, the present world knows and understands the existence of internal strength, and is promoted to the world of demons! "

Wang Xuebin's brain was spinning rapidly.

"That is to say, I am the messenger between the world and the world?"

"The messenger is the system, and the host is just a letter. The energy and procedures required for each time travel are handled by the world and the system, and the host does not need to worry about it.

As long as the host is having fun, the communication between the world and the world is what both worlds look forward to, so you don't have to worry about any danger, the world and the system are your greatest protection! "

Wang Xuebin closed his eyes and said lightly:

"If you lose the letter, you can make another copy. Is it the same after I die?"

"Insufficient permissions!"

"Ah!"

Wang Xuebin sighed, went back to the house and lay on the bed, thinking wildly in his brain, thinking of the death of the first world for a while, and thinking of the sudden appearance of the master of nocturnal emissions.

After all, the time travel for a long time made him feel contemptuous.